Raya's Realm

This morning, I had a dream. A disturbing one. A lorry carrying jackfruits was climbing a steep, 45-degree bridge. Suddenly, it lost control due to overweight and tumbled down, killing several people. I saw the crash, the panic, the screams, and a strange weight in my chest that followed me even after I woke up. I shook it off thinking that it's just a random nightmare. But then I saw the newspaper this afternoon and I was literally shocked to see what was waiting for me..  On the morning of July 14, 2025, in Andhra Pradesh, a lorry loaded with mangoes overturned on a steep slope in Annamayya district, crushing nine people to death and injuring over ten others. It was hauntingly similar to my dream. A heavy fruit-laden lorry with mangoes instead of jackfruits. A steep terrain. A sudden crash. Lives lost. I didn’t watch the news. I didn’t read anything beforehand. I had no way of knowing this would happen. Yet my mind dreamt it... hours before it occurred. I kept asking ...

When the world goes silent and our eyes close, another begins...a world unfiltered, uncensored, and deeply honest. Dreams are not just random visuals... they are the secret diaries of our souls. In the stillness of sleep, the emotions we locked away in our heart find their voice. Regret walks beside us, fear becomes a shadow, and joy paints rainbows and skies. This post isn't just about dreams, it's about the truths we dare not speak, the wounds we try to hide, and the heart's quiet cry for release. Last night, my mind painted a scene I can't shake off...a dream, or maybe something more. It started in a classroom, familiar yet oddly silent. I was sitting next to my close friend, Jez. We weren't just classmates...we were observers, characters in a dream unraveling quietly, like a thread being pulled from the edge of a sweater. Across the room, I noticed someone....my past best friend. My best friend from the 5th grade. I don't speak to her anymore because we had ...